One day began
To study the Gospel of John; and found, to his satisfaction,
That pretty much every word was redaction.
When he was young,
Rose to the top. Almost.
Now he is toast.
C. S. Lewis
Must have smoked cannabis
With Narnia creatures to write the banality
Of Mere Christianity.*
The world,” we ask, “live without hope?”
Be sure to read the comments, too, where some readers have posted a few more gems.
*I realize that some readers consider it a cardinal sin to say — or even think — anything negative about C.S. Lewis. Well, sorry, but he’s overrated. So are The Beatles.